Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Little Alison

Yes, it was work, Lynn thought. Work that would lead to her… fucking her own twelve-year-old niece.

She trembled at that thought. Oh, it was so wrong to fuck a family member, but she wanted Amy so badly. She spent most of her day masturbating furiously over thoughts in her head. Thoughts of Amy spread open and waiting. Thoughts of moans echoing in her ears as she licked Amy’s tight little pussy. She could almost see Amy’s sweet face buried between Lynn’s legs, lapping at her no doubt soaking pussy.

*****

As usual, Amy logged online after getting home from school. She had a message waiting for her.

From: MommyLynn
To: Amybunnie

Amy honey, Mommy misses you so much.

I love how your body looks in your little school girl outfit. Would you like to make Mommy very happy? You know how Mommy loves how naughty you are. Can you take some sexy pictures in your school clothes for Mommy? I’d love to see you flashing your smooth pussy on the bus or in the kitchen with your mother in the background.

Mommy would love to see her little Amybunnie being so naughty.

Love
MommyLynn

As Lynn imagined, the idea not only of taking the pictures, but of doing it FOR Lynn, made Amy instantly excited. She’d never liked her school outfit, but with the idea that MommyLynn wanted to see her be naughty, Amy became very aroused.

Amy slid her light yellow panties down her smooth legs, already feeling warm and sensing wetness beginning to make its way out.

Tossing the panties aside, she grabbed her phone and went out, eager to please her webcam lover.

Lynn was packing for her adventure when her email started pinging with pics from Amy. A smile crept across Lynn’s face. She knew Amy would do whatever she said and that knowledge made Lynn tingle inside.

She finished packing and sat down to go through Amy’s pictures, her clothes tossed aside and legs wide.

The first pics were Amy taking pictures of herself in the bathroom mirror. A little tease, showing some chest. Then the next few had Amy with legs wide open, soft perfect looking pussy exposed and Amy’s finger sliding inside. Lynn began to feel warm, her hand lightly caressing her hardening nipples.

Lynn let a fingertip circle her clit as she clicked pic after pic. Amy at the bus stop. Amy with open legs at the library. Amy with her finger in her pussy while a policeman writes a ticket behind her.

Lynn was close to coming. Amy’s body and her sexual willingness almost had Lynn dizzy.
The last picture sent Lynn over the edge. In the shot, Amy was sitting on the floor of a bedroom, legs wide open, no panties. Next to her was a younger girl, Lynn estimated she was five years old, blonde hair cascading down her side. The younger girl also had no panties, legs wide open. Each girl had pushed a finger into the other girls’ pussy.

Lynn almost gasped, her fingers moving fast on her now very wet lips. Amy was fingering another, even younger, girl! Lynn stared at the screen, focusing on each girl in turn until the wave crests of orgasm could be held back no more.

“Oh, fuck!” Lynn said out loud as she convulsed in her computer chair. Her chest was heaving as she kept pleasuring herself, slower now, but still eliciting sharp electric pangs of pleasure with every slight movement.

After what seemed like hours she saw that Amy had signed on. Quickly they both brought their cams up. Amy was still in her school uniform, white button-up shirt slightly creased.

“Hi Amybunnie. You’ve been both a very good, and very naughty girl.” Lynn smiled a wicked, and she hoped, sexual smile.

“I wanted to please you, Mommy. I’m going crazy, wanting you to take me. I sooo want you to do whatever you want to me.” Amy was unbuttoning her top, her smooth chest coming into view.

“You know Mommy wants that badly, don’t you Amy?” Lynn was letting her fingers glide lightly over her nipples, feeling how they had gotten hard, and showing off for Amy. “If I were there baby, what would you do first?”

Amy’s shirt was tossed away quickly. Her hands were aggressively kneading and pinching her breasts. “Oh mommy, I would lick and touch your big tits… and suck your nipples like I did when I was a baby. I’d love to be your baby girl again, and come with you too.”

Lynn pulled a breast up, bent her head down, her tongue slowly and deliberately snaking out and licking her own hard nipple. “Mmmmm Amy. That feels so good to Mommy. Do you think you could satisfy Mommy?” Lynn was teasing Amy, but was also herself. She really wanted to just lean back and slide a few fingers into herself, but she wanted to build it up for Amy.

“I would do anything you asked, Mommy. Did you like the pictures I sent? I got so hot. I’m so wet, look…”

Amy tilted the cam down, showing her shiny puffy little lips.

“Looks like you could use Mommy’s tongue, Amy.”

“Please Mommy, lick my pussy. Taste me. I’m yours. I want to come on your tongue.”

Amy began to finger herself. Her fingertips slid easily between her lips, moving up and down, finding her clit and moving in quick circles. “Oh Mommy… God this is so good. Fuck!”

Lynn watched as Amy leaned back, eyes closed and moaning, filling her room with the sounds of desire. Lynn followed suit, leaning back and pushing a small white vibrator past her throbbing lips and deep into her muscle twitching pussy.

“Yes, Amy, fuck me baby,” Lynn coooed as she enjoyed the heavier breathing coming from her little lover.

“Mommy, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!” Amy leaned forward, her breasts just touching her desk, her mouth open in an O, eyes wide as she came. She shook and shuddered and kept looking straight into her cam, letting Lynn witness every delicate moment of her orgasm.

Lynn moved her vibrator, now on high, faster into her pussy. She was so wet the sound filled her ears as she watched Amy. “Amy, that’s so…”

She didn’t finish the sentence as she was overtaken by an orgasm so powerful that it was giving her muscle cramps. She bucked forward, to the side and back again. Holding the vibrator to her clit, Lynn moaned with a staccato repetition, body convulsing at intervals. “God Amy I’m gonna come again… I fuckin’ love this… ahhhhhhhhhh!”

Lynn’s hands went to her chest as she gasped for air, kneading her full breasts as the bolts of physical pleasure surged through her, beginning at her clit and radiating outward, each ripple in her body causing her to skip a breath.

Lynn took a moment before saying anything again. She couldn’t focus. Her muscles were weak. She couldn’t catch her breath. Eventually she looked up to see Amy with two fingers in her mouth, her lips so soft looking, sucking gently on them.

“How does your pussy taste, Amy?” Lynn figured that’s what she was doing.

“Mommy, I wish you could tell. I love it because you love it. I’m yours, Mommy.”

“Maybe tonight we can play some more, baby.” Lynn knew she’d be THERE that night, but wanted to see what Amy would say.

“Oh, Mommy, I don’t know,” she looked down and away, looking dejected. “My aunt is coming to visit, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get online while she’s here. She’ll be here in a few hours, I think.”

“Too bad she’s not into hot young girls like you.” Lynn smiled.

Amy laughed, flashing a brilliant and infectious smile. “I haven’t seen her in a few years. She’s probably boring, like my mom.”

Like hell I am! Lynn thought.

“Damn, Mom’s home.” Amy grabbed a shirt from the floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay, Mommy?”

“Yes Amy, MommyLynn will see you real soon.”

The webcams went off.

Lynn dressed, grabbed her suitcase, complete with toys, and got in the car. She had a two hour drive ahead of her and a weekend of fun.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Little Alison

Lynn worried.

She lay in her bed, worrying.

She had just spent quite a bit of time masturbating and coming over and over with what she now knew was her own niece. She had been avoiding the computer all morning, trying to avoid the inevitable thoughts about right and wrong. So here she was, lying naked in her bed. But still, she thought about Amy.

Visions of Amy’s sexy little body, her legs spread, her fingers rubbing her wet pussy until she exploded. Lynn felt her nipples harden and her pussy tingle with excitement at the thoughts. She was aroused by her own niece. And that made her ashamed. And as she lay there being ashamed, she realized she was aroused by being ashamed. And excited.

Conflicting feelings swirled through her. She pinched her nipples and rubbed her breasts and fingered herself furiously, wanting to both let loose and control the demons of her desire. Lynn kept her legs together, but open just enough for her fingers to press ehr hard clit and spread her warm juices. Her breathing quickened as she moved her fingers faster, building upon each successive mountain of sexual
pleasure.

“Oh fuck Amy,” Lynn moaned, first quietly, then louder, “fuck, Amy, oh fuck… so fucking hot, Amy… OH AMY… ahhhhhhhhhh.”

Lynn’s body twitched as if hit by a jolt of electricity. Her legs clamped together hard, both stopping her hand from moving on her pussy, and also pressing it tight to her drenched lips. Lynn smiled. Though she wasn’t sure it was ‘right’, she knew it felt good, and to her, that was enough to make it right.

Getting out of bed, putting on her glasses, Lynn logged onto her email. As she expected, a message from Amy was waiting.

To MommyLynn
From Amybunnie

Mommy, I wanted to write and say how happy you make me. I love how you make me come, just like a good Mommy is supposed to. I wish I could feel your tongue in my mouth and touch your titties. I have a thing about them… I LOVE THEM! lol.

Hope to see you soon

And Mommy, can I see all of you next time? I want to see those lovely mommy eyes looking at me as I come.

.;P

Your Amybunnie

Lynn’s hands were fondling her breasts as she read. Amy was so sexy and perfect for Lynn that she could barely contain herself.

Two questions came to her. Why did Amy, who she knew was her niece and actually named Jessica, call herself Amy? That can wait, Lynn told herself.

Secondly, what to do about how she appeared on the cam? If she showed Amy her face, Amy would know it was her aunt, and… well, that could end it all. Lynn didn’t want that. Just reading her niece’s email got her soaking wet again.

So Lynn decided if she was going to be seen, she had better change her looks. She found her contacts, which she never wore, and ditched her big work glasses. Looking in the mirror, she noticed how her eyes seemed to pop now. Lynn smiled. Next her hair.

Lynn always had sandy blonde hair, shoulder length with a wonderful natural wave. She went to the store and bought a platinum blonde coloring kit and after coloring and straightening, she found herself looking in the mirror at a younger looking and certainly un-Lynn like visage. With some rouge, some smoky eye shadow and eyeliner, Lynn looked less like a mousy office worker, and more like a very hot sexy woman.

Lynn wondered why it had taken her so long to change her appearance to make herself more desirable. Amy, she told herself, it was Amy that was enough to make her realize how sexy she could be.

That evening Amy logged on and, as before, they switched on their webcams. Amy was wearing a t-shirt, and Lynn was in a loose robe.

Lynn: Hi, honey.

Amy: Hi, Mommy… so good to see you. I missed you.

Lynn: Mommy missed you, too. See how hard Mommy’s nipples are? (Lynn slowly opened her robe.)

Amy: Mmm Mommy. Can I suck your nipples? I want to do that so much. It would make me come so nice.

Lynn: Mmmm, yes, honey. Mommy would love you to suck her hard nipples, just like you did when you were my baby girl. (Lynn was pulling and pinching her nipples.)

Amy: Oh, Mommy. (Amy took off her top, showing her lovely pouting supple breasts, fondling them) Can I see your face while you pinch your nipples?

Lynn: Of course, baby.

This was the moment of truth, Lynn reached forward, tilting the camera up and leaning forward. She caught a sight of her face on the screen, smiled slightly. I look good, she thought.

Amy: You’re… you’re so hot! (Amy’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she stared at the screen)

Lynn: Thank you, honey. (Now or never) Honey, is Amy your real name? I’m really Lynn. I guess I’d just like to know for sure.

Amy: (The girl looked down, then back up) Well, my real name is Jessica. My mom calls me Jess. But ever since I heard that my Grandma Lynn’s middle name was Amy, I’ve gone by that. Hey! My grandma is named Lynn, too. I just thought of that! So is my auntie and this girl at school I know. Lots of Lynns!

Lynn: But only this Lynn is going to fuck you till you explode. Over and over again. (Lynn began to slide a finger between her now wet lips.)

Amy: Yes, please Mommy, you can do anything you want, I’d love it. (Amy leaned back, revealing that she had no shorts on, and began to mimic Lynn’s movements.)

Lynn watched intently, even as she rubbed herself faster and faster. She opened her legs, feeling wetness drip down her thighs, coating the crack of her ass and dampening the chair. Amy, her eyes seeming to move in and out of focus as she masturbated, was breathing harder, her chest heaving, those small breasts rising and falling on Lynn’s computer screen.

Lynn: Amy, I want you to think of my tongue licking all over your pussy, my finger pressing into your tight little ass, my hand pulling you closer to my mouth…

Amy began to buck, her body twitching. Her eyes closed and Lynn saw two fingers
pressed deep into the child’s tight little pussy.

Amy was experiencing the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. Wave after wave moved through her. Lynn watched as the girl almost fell off her chair. “Ahhhhhh, fuck!” Amy exclaimed, her thin body thrashing as she came.

Lynn pushed two fingers into herself and rubbed her clit and, as she leaned toward the camera, her mouth fell open, ruby lips parted in a wild cry as she came. It was a long hard sustained climax that moved from her sex to her feet and slowly up her back, eventually rebounding and almost burning with pleasure between her legs.

“Oh god,” Amy, barely able to speak, whispered, “That was… Mommy, I… oh my God.”

Lynn was able to catch her breath by this time, “Amy, yes. That was incredible. I love your body. I love how you come for Mommy.”

Amy smiled a slightly sweaty and satisfied smile, then quickly looked up and to her right. “Oh no,” she said in an annoyed tone, “my mom’s home. I’m sorry. Not sure she’d like me fucking myself on cam.” She laughed.

Lynn smiled. “Okay, Amy, I’ll see you soon. I’d love to actually SEE you sometime too, all of you.” Lynn leered.

“If you were here, I’d never let you out of my room!” Amy smiled.

Then her camera clicked off.

Lynn thought. She sat in a pool of her own juices, exhausted and happy. She loved playing with her niece… and my God, she wanted more!

A thought came into her head, slowly growing into an idea. She knew it wasn’t right, what she was thinking, but Lynn didn’t care. So far nothing had been ‘right,’ and she had loved every second of it.

She dialed her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi sis, it’s me, Lynn.”

“Oh hi, Lynn! Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Yeah, been busy. I know I should keep in contact more often.”

“I know Lynn. What’s up? You just caught me walking in the door. Oh, hi Jess. I’m just home from another work day.”

“I thought I might drop by for a visit sometime. Like this weekend. You know, just visit for a day or so.” Lynn paused, unsure if Tania would be okay with it or not.

“Oh Lynn,” Tania was excited, “I think that’d be great. The kids haven’t seen in you in ages and we can catch up.”

“Okay, I’ll be there Friday evening. It’ll be fun.” Lynn hoped it would be far more than that.

“All right sis, see you then.”

Lynn hung up, then went back to massaging her breasts and dreaming of sex. She smiled. With any luck, this weekend was going to be awesome.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Little Alison

Lynn stared at the image on her screen. Amy and her body filled the screen and Lynn stared, just taking it all in.

Amy’s slight voice perked up, “Can you see me, Mommy? Can you see me ready for you?”

Lynn stared at the screen before answering. She hadn’t turned on her cam yet, so Amy couldn’t see that she was leaning forward, her mouth open as she took in Amy’s body.

Lynn watched with rapt attention.

Amy had pale smooth skin, and for a twelve-year-old her breasts were almost a full a cup, with her areolas a soft pink, topped with small, yet unmistakably hard nipples. Her hair was a darker brunette, that Lynn at first thought was black. It was held back on her right side with a small butterfly barrette and the left side hung down smoothly just over her temple and cheek. She had a shock of red lipstick on, which highlighted how full they were.

Her eyes… oh, her eyes! Lynn thought. Even on the webcam Amy’s eyes seemed to sparkle and were wide and gorgeous. The more she moved her head the more she looked like…

“Amy, honey,” Lynn finally managed to speak, “you are a vision. Mommy can see you fine.”

Amy smiled and seemed to blush a little, her little hands, with sparkly fingernails, slid up her exposed stomach, sliding between her pouty breasts, and then to her hair, where her fingers slid through her hair.

“Mommy, do you like my body? Does it make you happy to see me?”

Lynn was already soaked, her nipples pressing against the fabric of the robe she was wearing. “Amy honey, Mommy would love to just eat you up. In fact you look just like…” Lynn paused, she paused and a pang of worry went through her.

Damn, she thought, she looks almost like my niece Jessica. It could almost BE her.

But, her thoughts continued, Jess is eleven and though she hadn’t seen her in a while, she wouldn’t be like this online, would she? Lynn’s sister was very religious and they all went to church and everyone was always very proper. So this really couldn’t be Jess, right? Even as she thought of this, Lynn remained wet and excited and found herself almost automatically sliding two fingers lazily up and down between her scorching lips.

“What do I look like, Mommy?”

“You look just like every fantasy I’ve ever had,” Lynn responded, receiving a smile and giggle from Amy.

“Can you turn on your cam now, Mommy?” Amy was pulling and gently twisting her hard little nipples as she pleaded.

Lynn reached up to turn on the cam, but then pointed it down, so that she wouldn’t show her face. The pang of fear about it maybe being Jess, as silly as it was, seemed to warrant a little caution — at least for now.

A few seconds went by and there Lynn was, opening her robe on cam for a little girl to see and to masturbate with. For a moment it all seemed unreal to Lynn. The robe sliding behind her in her chair, she ran her hands up and over her breasts, quite proud of their shape, size and fullness. Other parts of me may have faded, Lynn thought, but I’ve always had attractive breasts. She pressed them together and leanded toward the camera, showing Amy.

“Oh, Mommy,” it was Amy’s turn to stare, “they’re so sexy.” She opened her legs and Lynn watched a hand disappear down Amy’s stomach out of sight and heard her breathing quicken.

“Amy, honey, are you touching that lovely pussy of yours?” Lynn liked to get feedback from her plaything. Her hand, too, inched its way down, teasing her clit as she enjoyed the show.

“Yes, Mommy,” came a soft enraptured reply. Amy’s eyes were glazing over as she moved faster, her breaths louder and she sent the first set of tiny orgasms through Lynn’s body by fingering herself and biting her bottom lip every so slightly. Lynn slid a finger into her sopping pussy, letting the buildup heighten and the tiny shocks of orgasm swirl within her.

“Tilt your camera down, honey.” Lynn wanted to come at the same time as Amy and needed desperately to see the pussy she longed to devour.

In a swift move, Amy tilted the camera down. Her legs were wide open, one was over the armrest on her chair and she was moving her fingers furiously at her glistening slit. Lynn was amazed to see such a beautiful perfect pussy, devoid of any hair. The shudders flooded through her again.

“Want to see Mommy’s pussy, baby?” Lynn loved to tease and to get her partner worked up higher and higher.

“Yesss” came a eager, yet moaned reply.

Lynn tilted the cam down, and she could see on the screen just how wet she looked. More shudders. “Amy, honey, this is where you came from,” Lynn thought she might be pushing it now, but she wanted to be bad, to be naughty, to be a complete slut. “Do you like seeing where you came from? Do you want to lick this pussy and finger Mommy here?”

Amy started to respond, but she started to buck a little and then more and then she was shaking and moaning and her eyes were so wide as she mouthed “Fuck” over and over again, sometimes aloud, sometimes silently. “Aahhhhhhhhh Mom… Mommy.”

Lynn watched as Amy exploded in orgasm, wetness coating her tiny fingers and dripping on her chair and soaking her thighs.

Amy’s fingers stopped their mad thrashing and pressed firmly against her pussy, holding there as her body kept spasming as if being rocked by some sort of internal earthquake.

Lynn pinched her clit as Amy moaned, bolts of electricity surging through her and setting her skin on fire. She too was filled with the distinct sounds of coming. “Oh yes, fuck me baby, yes, Mommy loves you. ..fuck yes.” Her fingers pressed deep into her tightening pussy as Amy tilted the camera up to her face. Her flushed cheeks, now-dry looking lips, wild yet satisfying eyes. Lynn pumped in and out quickly as she looked at that angelic and strangely familiar face. She managed one more solid orgasm, draining more fluids from her body and making it feel twenty degrees hotter in her chair.

“Oh Mommy, that was so…” Amy was panting.

Lynn looked at her fingers, surprised they weren’t pruned, raised them to the camera, and licked her juices off, as an astonished Amy, only seeing Lynn’s mouth, stared.

“You get Mommy so hot, baby.” Lynn eventually managed to say, her body spent and mind abuzz, “I just love how you look, you sound and how you enjoy Mommy.”

Amy smiled her little smile, projecting her cuteness easily. “Mommy, I have to go,” she pretended to pout. “My little brother Scott is gonna be home soon and my mom wants us to all go to church tonight.”

“You go to church a lot?” Lynn was getting a little uneasy again.

“Mom likes to go all the time. Hang on…” Amy got up, and came back, a picture in her hand. “That’s me,” she pointed to herself, all dressed up, “my brother here and my mom, at a church thing.”

As much as her orgasms bounced inside her, panic now shot through her. That picture, was that…?

“Can you hold the picture closer, Amy honey?”

Amy held it closer. “Oh my god,” Lynn said, barely as a whisper, “that’s Tania.”

Amy looked into the camera, “How’d you know my mom’s name was Tania?”

Lynn sat stunned, “Oh, she just looked like a Tania, you know.”

Any laughed and so did Lynn.

But there was no mistaking it. This WAS, or IS my niece! I’m cyber fucking my own niece!

Lynn was staring at the wall as all this hit her and when she finally came out of her trance Amy was saying she had a great time and Lynn found her fingers were once again firmly pushed into her pussy, and soaked.

“Bye, Mommy.”

“Bye, honey”

Lynn switched off her cam, the computer and the table light. She drank the rest of her wine, still aghast.

Not just that she had played with her own niece, but that after finding out, her own body let her know that she LIKED the idea. Even as she thought her mind found it all very sexy in the taboo way she had become so attracted to.

But what to do? Lynn didn’t have an answer. But maybe it was at the bottom of another bottle of wine…

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Little Alison

Lynn stared at her computer screen in nervous anticipation, her fingers resting lightly on the keyboard, almost afraid to type, and ruin the moment. And this moment was when the sexy young girl she’d been chatting with the last two weeks was going to turn on her webcam and show Lynn her body.

Lynn was almost shaking with excitement and desire. She had her webcam hooked up, but hadn’t let anyone see her… yet.

So many questions went through her head. What if the girl is older than she said? What if the girl didn’t fulfill her expectations? What if it’s a guy? What if what if what if…

She glanced around her room as she heard, via voice chat, her little friend Amy, fumbling around with her cam, trying to get it going.

Lynn thought of how she had gotten here, waiting patiently in her comfy robe. It was just a odd piece of fate that led her to chat with Amy in the first place. She had decided to try internet dating after her marriage ended and the kids moved in with their dad. The men online, she quickly learned, were crude and silly and didn’t appeal to her at all. She started room hopping, just grabbing snippets of conversation from here and there.

Eventually she found herself in rooms with titles like “Moms 4 Moms” and “Div Moms for fun”. The chatting was more free in these rooms and the women listened as well and communicated. (She quickly learned the difference between the real women and the guys posing as women. Screen names with cars or aggressive animals were the tipoff.)

Masturbating while chatting with other women followed quickly, as Lynn was and always had been very sexual. She would pleasure herself while reading stories and chatting to women as sexual as she was. She hesitated at phone sex, but once she crossed that bridge, she grew to love it and found it almost essential to coming.

One phone lover turned her on to some videos featuring younger looking girls. Lynn had never thought of young girls like that, but she let her fantasies run wild and found herself devouring stories about young girls and engaging in ageplay online.

She had never orgasmed as powerfully as she did the first time a woman called her “Mommy” during phone sex. She bucked and thrashed and almost fell out of her bed. Soon most of her fantasies revolved around being a ‘mommy’ who licked and fucked her little girl. And ‘little girl’ was becoming the key. She became fascinated by reeceiving pictures of young girls in sexual situations and found she was almost NEEDING to see them sometimes.

It was while Lynn was in a room she created, “Mommy duz vyf,” when she first got a message from Amy.

It was like any other conversation she had in one of her rooms, but this one felt more urgent, almost too much so.

Amybunnie: Hi Mommy lynn 12f

MommyLynn: Hello little Bunny–36f… you are a young one aren’t you?

Lynn often received messages where the woman claimed to be young, so it didn’t throw her that Amy said she was twelve. Probably forty, thought Lynn.

Amybunnie: do you need a playmate

MommyLynn: A 12 year old playmate, hmmmm… sounds like it could be fun

Amybunnie: 🙂

MommyLynn: As long as you like it when Mommy comes to you at night and caresses your little legs in your bed.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, your hands feel so nice on my legs.

MommyLynn: my fingers creeping up your thighs, slowly spreading them apart.. .what kind of panties are you wearing for Mommy Amy?

Amybunnie: I have on the lacy blue ones that Mommy bought for me. There’s already a wet spot on them Mommy

MommyLynn: mmm, you know what Mommy likes don’t you? I use my fingers to caress you through your panties, feeling how warm and wet your pussy is for me.

Amybunnie: Oh yes Mommy, so slick for you. you make me feel so good.

MommyLynn: leaning forward, I press my tongue onto the panties, pushing them to your warm pussy, tasting you.

Amybunnie: Oh God Mommy, I want that so much….do you skype?

MommyLynn: You want Mommy to hear you Amy?

Lynn was happy she wouldn’t have to type anymore, and could just concentrate on pleasing herself and hearing her new playmate pretend to be 12. She spread her legs and slowly traced her already wet lips with the fingers on her left hand, getting herself more aroused by her own teasing.

Quickly Amy sent Lynn the link and soon Lynn heard the soft voice that made her skin tingle.

“Mommy, can you hear me okay?” Amy really did sound young, thought Lynn.

“Yes Amy, I can hear you fine, you sound very sexy. How old are you again?” Lynn just wanted to check.

Lynn heard giggling, “I’m twelve, Mommy, just like I told you. Is that okay, do you still want to play with your little girl?” Amy’s voice had some pleading in it. And Lynn was now sure that Amy really WAS twelve.

She paused. And though she paused, she noticed that she was still running her fingers along her wet lips, still sliding along her own clit and seemed almost wetter than she’d ever been. Her head was telling her to be careful, but her body really wanted to play with this obviously real twelve-year-old girl.

“Mommy would love to play with you baby,” Lynn typed slowly, deliberately, “are you alone today? Not going to get into trouble?” Lynn’s heart was pounding harder as she chatted, her fingers moving faster on her pussy, inserting and pulling out a finger to increase her pleasure.

“My mom and sister went shopping, so I have an hour or so and am so horny and want my mommy to fuck me. Will you fuck me, Mommy?” Amy was breathing hard, obviously rubbing herself as well.

“Yes baby, Mommy will do everything to you.” Lynn grabbed a small vibrator from a side table, “Tell Mommy what you’re doing now… tell Mommy how you please your little pussy.” Lynn slipped the tip of the vibe into her well lubricated pussy.

“I have my legs spread for you Mommy… I’m so wet and I’m rubbing my pussy just like you showed me to. Oh fuck Mommy, this feels so good. You want to hear it, Mommy?”

Lynn answered quickly, “Yes baby, let Mommy hear how wet your sweet pussy is.”

There was a fumbling noise then Lynn heard the unmistakeable sounds of Amy’s fingers furiously rubbing her wet pussy. Lynn turned her vibrator on and pressed it deeper into herself as she listened to Amy rubbing faster.

“That’s so good Amy, you are so hot. Mommy is fucking her own pussy for you. I wish you could see how wet you get Mommy.”

“Mommy, I want you here.”

“Amy, if I was there I’d spread those warm wet lips of yours, move my tongue up and down on your pussy, flick your hard little clit fast and hard… would you like that?” Lynn was pumping the vibe in and out fast now, she wasn’t sure how long before she exploded. She was already dripping her juices down her thighs and onto her computer chair.

“Mommy yes, yes, Mommy… I’m so close, Mommy. .. .”

“As I licked your little clit I’d press a finger into you, letting your young pussy grip it as I pushed deeper into your body… all the while tasting your juices.” Lynn pressed the vibe against her own clit, feeling the tell tale signs of mini-orgasms roll through her body, presaging one of her massive messy wet orgasms.

“Oh yes Mommy… I’m gonna… ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Amy was almost screaming as she came. Lynn heard the moans and sighs and breathing that accompany an unrestrained orgasm. Amy kept going and going, so loud and trying to speak, but not making any coherent sentences.

Lynn pinched and pulled one of her nipples as she pressed the vibe firmly to her engorged clit. “Oh fuck, Amy… ” As if shocked, Lynn bounced and moved and rocked in her computer chair, her hand, though weak with the spreading orgasm, keeping the vibe firmly in place. Every moment seemed to bring her a higher level of orgasm and she didn’t even care that she was being very loud.

In the middle of her thrashing about, she heard Amy encourage her, “Mommy, come for me, come and let me taste it.”

Her chair was soaked and her nipple sore by the time she came down from the incredible orgasm. Lynn slowly caressed her chest, stomach and outer lips as she tried to recover, avoiding her clit, as it was far too sensitive.

The next few minutes of chat was filled with heavy breathing, repeated “Oh my god”s, and affirmations of how great it was. Finally Amy managed a full sentence.

“Mommy,” she began, still slightly breathless, “I have to go. My mom will be home soon and I have to get my homework done or she’ll be mad.”

Shit, thought Lynn, she totally forgot Amy actually had a real mom and real life other than just being a lovely plaything! Again, a bit of uncertainty crept into her mind about playing with her. But quickly it was overshadowed by the recent memory of their fun.

“Amy, that was fantastic. You go and do what you have to and don’t get into trouble… unless it’s with me.” Lynn and Amy both laughed.

“I want to do this a lot.” Amy said, impishly.

“Me too, Amy,” Lynn responded. “Every day works for me.”

They both laughed and said their goodbyes.

Amy, to Lynn’s astonishment, kept showing up online and they played at least every other day, with Amy and Lynn working through every sex fantasy they could think of.

Then came the day that Amy suggested they video chat. And that had Lynn nervous all over again. Nervous, but excited.

The screen went from black to a picture and Lynn finally got a view of what Amy looked like.

“Oh my,” Lynn sighed, “Amy, you’re… gorgeous.”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By LesLuv

I’m lying on a banana lounge on the balcony of the seventh floor apartment, it’s hot, the sun has just disappeared behind the corner of the block, a gentle breeze is playing over my naked body – specially my hot, wet cunt – and all is well with the world.

My part of it, at least. Three months of being nanny to my concubine, loved lover of her and her mother, and life is good. Routine has set in, school, study, housekeeping and cooking are being mastered, and I am trusted. Mother and daughter have no qualms about me, and why not? Am I not trustworthy? Am I not a very willing participant? You bet I am.

So, here’s three women, five, seventeen, and twenty nine, living together, having fun together, working, studying, partying, and having the most marvellous sex. I feel myself drifting off, the redness of the sun through my eyelids, the gentle air, the satisfaction all make for soporific snoozing.

Introverted nerd to uninhibited exhibitionist in under twelve weeks. Could I teach that? Can I franchise it?

My doze is interrupted sometime later by the sensation from a small hand pulling on a nipple, then a small mouth sucking on same. Involuntarily my legs open a little more. There’s two hands on this person, I know. She obliges. Fingers in, thumb positioned to caress.

That is so good. A ripple of excitement begins, and my hand reaches out to touch the beauty lying half on top of me. I sense a bum, and of its own volition my forefinger finds the accompanying sphincter and gently worms its way inside. There’s an indrawn breath, a movement away from the probe, then a determined thrust down onto it. She likes that. We’ve both been inducted into the hall of the fingerbutt, joys of which we had been ignorant, and which have become the curry on our chicken, the pepper in our soup, and the chili on our prawns. Spicy, hot, a gasping, knowing piece of heavenly wickedness.

The cunting ceases, her body slides up on mine, lips are planted on mine, and a voice whispers, “I’m home early. Aren’t you glad?” My butt hand encircles her waist. I love this child. I love everything about her.

“What’s the time?” I ask drowsily.

“One o’clock. I wasn’t feeling well so I walked home.” Said so innocently, but I’m not a nanny for nothing.

“What!” She rolls onto the matting as I sit up suddenly. “You’re not allowed to walk home by yourself. Did you tell the teacher?”

“Hey, that hurt.” Pout. “And I did so tell miss Johns I was going, and that I had rung you, and you were going to meet me. But you didn’t answer the phone, so I walked anyway.” Mobile phones are an essential for well-heeled five-year-olds.

Jesus! “How did you get in?’

“Mr Smit let me in.”

The manager. Had an air of untrustworthiness, but nothing was known, as they say. I groan. “You, my poppet, are going to get me thrown out of here. There’s good reasons for you not to walk home alone. There’s a bloke who has been abducting kids, taking them away and raping them. He’s a very bad person. We don’t – ”

” – That’s in Dandenong. Not here; anyway, I’d never let you leave. You’re my nanny, and I love you.”

I grin. True. “And I love you. Very very much. Want a drink?”

We go hand in hand to the kitchen, where I have orange juice and C has milk, as usual. “Were you really sick?” I ask.

Grin. “Not really. I wanted to play with my kitty, but I’m not allowed to do that, so I got this picture in my head of yours, and I just had to come home to play with it. Can we do it now?”

I suddenly realize that to her I am just a doll with real live bits, sobering for two seconds, but real live bits are two way streets. “Only if you’ll let me do it to you too, my little sex fiend.”

“Can we do a sixty nine? You and Mummy do it.” So excited.

We can try. “Let’s find out if we can.” I pick her up and carry her into my bedroom.

Her clothes are of in two seconds, and I lie on the bed. She knows the drill, and climbs on with her back to me, bends over and sticks her head between my legs, which I open, raising my pelvis as much as I can. I lift her bum in the air, curl up toward it, and see her heavenly manna hole in front of my eyes. She has not waited, just in like Flynn and flicking away, so I do the same. It’s good, it’s lovely, and the taste of her twat, the odour of her young body, the silkiness of her skin will never cease to thrill me.

Her fingers fill me, and thanks to some other ministrations that have occurred, she’s able to get half her hand in, which is more exquisite agony for a few minutes – but even worse agony is my back. I have no idea how long I can keep it bent to such a degree, so I transfer my attention to her proto-clit, licking and tweaking that while the top of my forefinger pistons in her cunt.

I know very well that girls any age can feel something like adult orgasms – I have since I was three – and that like all sex, it’s better when done by someone else. Masturbation’s fine, but dual is cool. She proves the maxim by yipping and shuddering for a few seconds, then collapsing. This allows me to do the same, sans orga, sans hand, sans everything.

“Yippee!” she screeches. “We did it!” She lies on top of me and gives me one of her slurpy kisses. “Thank you, Lisa, you make me cum so good.”

“So well, sweetie, so well.”

“I wish you were my teacher.”

“Then we’d get no work done.”

“Don’t care.” She gets up and walks back out onto the balcony. “I like it here,” she calls to me.

I join her, my back having recovered. It is indeed a wonderful view of one of the most liveable cities in the world, and it sure beats the little weatherboard bungalow I’d been brought up in. No noisy neighbours, no one who can look at us, privacy, peace and quiet. A pretty good move, I think. After a few minutes of gaze, I say, “How about getting some lunch?”

We do. “Oh, yes! It’s my birthday on Saturday,” she causally informs me over sandwiches.

“Uh huh, I know.” Reminded every other day, in fact. Have a nice present for a six-year-old as well.

She comes and sits on my lap, takes a gulp of milk, and sucks a breast. I have to say that my boobs are pretty good – a firm, pointy 16 C – so the milk in her mouth dribbles down the curve and runs onto my stomach, before she does it to the other one. My nipples are now so hard and the sight of milk coming from them makes me almost ready to cum.

My sensuous delight is interrupted by the door opening and a voice saying, “Well, goodness me. Nanny and daughter doing nice things again.”

I glance up and grin, but Miss C just keeps sucking and dribbling.

Parcels and briefcase are dropped, and our mother-employer-sex goddess can be heard removing clothes, then appears clad as we are, bends and kisses me softly and lingeringly. I love it. I love her. I just adore being part of her life. I put an arm around her neck and draw her closer.

This disturbs suckling bub who breaks off and says as she continues to dribble milk, “Hello, Mum, Lisa’s got milk. I love her boobs.”

“So do I, pet, and looking at you both has made me wet and very very horny. So Mama’s got some serious sex to have. Would you mind?”

Pet knows good words when she hears them, so stands and begins to play with her fanny. “Only if I can have some too.”

“Threesomes are good. Okay with you, sex-nanny?’

“Fingers and tongue, fingers and tongue, in all the right places they make a girl young.” I sing. C starts to laugh, so I go on, “So suck me and fuck me and finger my bum, and three lovely ladies will scream as they cum.”

Beth is also laughing by this time, but collapses gracefully onto the floor, legs spread, and beckons me, pointing to that beautifully hairy place between her thighs.

I oblige forthwith, and am rewarded with a fountain of bubbling juice laced with the heady taste of ravenous sex, and a tongue up my own twat which I have artfully placed over my lover’s mouth.

We begin our ritual, purloined from the etchings at Lesbos, fingers, tongues, mouths all in coordinated, synchronous action. This is heaven. This is bliss. This is the stuff from the gods of satisfaction. I feel a tropical heat rise, lightning playing across the screen of my mind, and hear the rumble of thunder in the distance.

The storm suddenly comes closer as I feel something hard being pushed into my gyrating bum. Something that is vibrating, something that is so powerfully erotic that my pulse and breathing rate skyrocket, and I know the end – uh, the end – uh the end the explosion the bursting brain bomb has – “Fuuuck,” I scream.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck – ” echoes my breathless partner before her voice is suddenly cut off.

I drift away, bathed in the glow of a million receptors flush with endorphins, finally hearing my little girl moan.

“Oh, I love that. It makes me feel so good. Thank you, Mama.” Sounds of kissing. Then, “But I don’t do it like you two do. I wish – ”

“Only another few years, dear, can’t hurry your body into things it’s not ready for.”

‘But when it is,’ think I, ‘it’s wonderful.’

*****

Take four little girls, two adult mothers, one handy randy teen, streamers, balloons, cakes, lemonade, and an enormous pink birthday cake, put them all together, shake them all about, and the result is funny, touching, hilarious, and worth waiting for.

About-to-be six Miss Cecelia, better known as C, may well have just arrived home from Sunday School, so wholesome was she. Manners, decorum, deferential – all these show me what she could be when she chose. As I watch her interact with the others I realise that we all adopt the persona to fit the occasion. I’d be the same as C if I went back home. Present opening and boisterous games from three o’clock until four, food and drink for however long it took, stories and adults entertaining until it was time to go.

Melanie, the smallest four-year old I’d ever seen, gave her a popup book of fairy stories, Abigail, a five-year-old discus thrower in the making, a doll’s house construction kit, and Birgit, the most beautiful just-turned-six blond I had ever seen, make up the visitors. Birgit hands over a bracelet with, I assume, glass bead adornment, but which Beth informs me is made of the real thing, worth a mere two to three thousand dollars, but normal for that family. Some circles I’ve come to move in, eh?

And Melanie’s mum, almost as small as her daughter. They have to leave early for some reason, and by four thirty have indeed gone. Both Melanie and Abigail are friends – soon made – from school. Abs goes at five on the dot. Birgit is the daughter of one of Beth’s co-workers, said Mum not being scheduled to return until late, which fazes the family C not a bit. I find it hard to take my eyes away from her; Nordic blonde, ravishing already, lively, funny, kind and unafraid to show her white lace knickers. I catch myself licking my lips. Watch Beth do the same. Smile conspiratorially.

Mum and Dad have given their daughter clothes and vouchers for swimming lessons. Dad is delayed once more, a little sadness, no tears, and I have held firm on the giving of my present. But now?

“Lisa, I want my present.” No please, no pretty giggles, just a frown and a ‘do-not-mess-me-about-any-longer look.’

This is difficult. It’s not something that other kids can or should see, and earlier I’d had no notion we’d still have a visitor at the time I’d planned to give it. I look at Beth for guidance, but she just shrugs her shoulders.

“Please, Lisa. Don’t be mean.”

“Well, I don’t think Birgit should see it. It’s a bit – um – naughty.”

Her eyes light up. “Oh. Well, I won’t show it to her. Give it to me in my bedroom.” That settled, she traipses off to said room.

I do too, package in hand.

Paper off in seconds, lift-lid pink coloured cardboard container revealed. Opened instantly.

“Oh, wow! My own vibrator. It’s beautiful. Two way, just like Mum’s. But smaller. Pink. Soft and smooth. Oh, thank you, thank you, Lisa. I love you.” She kisses my hand, the only part in immediate reach.

I kiss her head. “For the best, sexiest girl in the world.”

“What’s that?” The voice of Miss Birgit peering past me at the object in C’s hands.

Now I can never tell if C is psychic or just careless of another’s inhibitions, but she holds it out to her new friend and says, simple and direct as you like, “It’s my new vibrator. Isn’t it lovely?”

“What’s a vibrator?”

“It’s something that – oops, um – ” She looks at me, embarrassed, pink of cheek, and not knowing what to say next.

Three months on the biggest learning curve of my life – forget surgery, that’s a doodle – plus my hunger for tiny twat have reduced my propriety to zero. “Why don’t you show her?”

C’s mouth drops open. “But – what if she doesn’t know? What if she tells her mum?”

Beth, who has been listening outside the door – I’d caught a flash of silk blouse – comes into view. “Go on, pet, show her. It’ll be alright.”

“Oh! Come on then, we’ll go into the big room.”

We move as one, randy females, curious child, and birthday girl instructor together.

“Gotta see this,” whispers Beth with a grin.

When the students are settled and quiet, the teacher says, “now you cannot do this with your pants on.” Dress is pushed up, a finger placed under each side of the pantie elastic, and said garment slowly removed, the universal girlie hip wiggle assisting. Contrary to normal practice, pants are gently picked up and placed on a nearby table.

“Now this,” a little smile here as she brandishes the unit, “operates on batteries.” Turning to me, she says seriously, “It does have batteries in it?” I nod. “So you turn it on like this at this end,” holding up the larger of the two plastic pieces and rotating the gnarled section at the blunt end, “which makes the tip here,” she puts a finger on the tip, ” vibrate. As well, the small piece, which as you can see is connected by a cord to the big piece, begins to vibrate as well.” She looks up to see that her class is absorbing this information.

Birgit has her mouth open in astonishment.

“Having turned it on, you can also alter the speed.” She shows how this is done, then goes on, “and it is ready for use. Like this.” She sits on a chair which I have pulled out from the table so that she can sit directly opposite her guest, and opens her legs as far as she can.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, putting the vibrator down and standing up, “It’s easier without a dress on.” She removes that garment and drops it on the floor. One piece of tidiness is enough.

Resuming both her seat and her posture, she picks the vibe up once more and looks at Birgit. “You want to see me do this?” What a thoughtful question.

Mouth still hanging open, Birgit nods.

“The tip of the bigger end is put here,” she says as she does so, “and held near you clitoris.” Pause.

“And moved about.” She demonstrates. “Or the small end can be pushed inside a little way, like this.” More demo.

Silence as we all watch. Presently the teacher moans and says “I’m cumming. Yes. Ah….”

Birgit’s eyes have bugged out, but her mouth is closed.

C, having regained her breath and her composure, hands the object of her joy to her friend and says, “Here, you have a go. It’s really lovely.”

A hand goes out, but is immediately withdrawn, as though she might get bitten. But, as C continues to proffer it, and says nothing, the dare is taken. Not before a timid little voice asks Beth, “It is okay, isn’t it? What will Mama say?”

Beth nods, smiling. “Mama will be happy, I’ll see to that. We’re friends. And it hasn’t hurt C, or me, or millions of others who use something like this. You’ll be fine.”

I get up and go to squat beside young Birgit. “I know all about them. I’ve been using one for years, and they are wonderful. How would you like me to help you?” Clever, aren’t I?

She nods, and hands it to me. I take off her shoes and socks, then, as I unbutton the dress, tell her to raise her arms, then slip it over her head. I point for her to stand, and slip those pretty white lacy panties down. Her body is exquisite. I feel myself begin to leak the good juice. I’m going to have my mouth into that delectable twat ere long. I can’t wait.

“Okay, ” I tell her, “sit down and open your legs. Just like C.”

After a little hesitation she does. Savouring the sight of those pubes, the slightly gaping slit, the beauty of six-year-old sex, I put the end of the magic vibrating tip in my mouth, then apply it to the apex of her outer labia. I watch as a look of alarm crosses her face, to be replaced by a puzzled smile. After a few moments I begin to slide it gently up and down, working it inwards, alert for the reaction as it touches the home of a million nerve ends.

It does. She gasps. I rub it up and down. She gasps some more, then begins to make little squeaky sounds. I angle it so it is also exciting the entrance to her vagina, and within another two minutes she is panting and moaning, her eyes are closed, mouth open, and then comes that long sigh of satisfaction.

I slowly and gently remove to vibrator, and, god help me for I can’t, put my mouth to that place and lick it dry.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. “That’s nice,” she says, smiling. “I like that.”

C has come up behind her, and now puts her arms over her shoulder, and gently rubs a tiny nipple. “Good, isn’t it?” She whispers.

Birgit looks up at her and grins. “Thanks, C, you’re the best friend I’ll ever have.”

She look at Beth and asks, “Do you think Mama would buy me one of those?”

By LesLuv

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2011 }

I’m sitting in this upmarket café drinking coffee and picking at a blueberry muffin, trying to make sense out of a text on ionic concentration. It’s fairly quiet, about half the tables occupied, not bad for midday on Sunday. I’m writing questions in my notebook when a group of four women walk in, look round, and settle on a table for six a little towards the centre of the room from me. Laughter, chatter, scraping of chairs break my concentration, so I look up to see if I need to leave and find something quieter. I then see a young girl, about six or so I guess, and almost certainly the daughter of the lady she is next to, sitting on the chair nearest to me, listening to the adults around her, looking at the menu. She’s probably only a couple of metres away, and she at least is not making a sound.

They soon settled down, so I return to my reading. A few minutes later I look up, stare into the distance, considering what I have just read when I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. Movement is always an attention getter, so I swivel my head and eyes toward it and see the child looking at me. I smile, because she immediately intrigues me. Brown eyes, straight brown hair cut shortish, but my, what a pleasant looking girl. Happy, pretty and obviously not shy.

She smiles back, nods her head in greeting, then pokes out her tongue at me. Not rudely, more cheekily, and it’s amusing. Well, at seventeen I’m too old to be poking my tongue out at her, so I do the first thing that comes into my head,( or more likely the thing that had popped into it the moment I first set eyes on her), I waggle a finger at her. Not any old waggle, either. My hand is resting on the edge of the table, palm up, fingers over the edge nearest to her. I look at her steadily, so she would hold my gaze, and beckon her with my forefinger. Slowly. With more upward motion than the usual signal, then a slow twirl of that same digit. I know what it means, but does she? My idea of cheek plus.

I casually look round the room, just to see if anyone’s interest has suddenly perked at this, but disinterest reigns, so I return my eyes to the child and see she had indeed understood, and more than that, has responded in a way that makes me drop my pen.

She’s casually turned in her chair to face me, and oh so casually opened her legs so I can look up her skirt. Little white knickers with a blue motif. Little white hot lezzie legs. I feel a lovely warm wetness drip from my suddenly tingling cunt, and an urgent desire to get her alone. But how to get a word with her? She might be cheeky, and one of my fantasies has just taken on the shadow of reality, but I sure cannot call her over and sit her on my face. I can, of course, always use the image as I indulge in my favourite pastime, so I implant the pictures of pants, legs, and the crease where they join. My heart is doing crazy things in my chest and I want to put a hand down my jeans, but I’m saved from temptation by the arrival of a waitress.

Study is now a thing of impossibility. I should be out running, clearing my mind of prurient images, planning my next essay, keeping to the upward curve of my projected career. I do not go out with boys, work out at the gym, watch tele, of idle away the hours. I am determined to be a surgeon as was my father, so pastimes are few. But playing with my sex organs is something I have done since I was a toddler, and it has only got better with time. And playing with some little girl’s sexy bits has been just a fantasy until now. It has, I realize, become a drive, although my eyes have been straying for years.

‘Oh, wow,’ I say to myself, ‘what am I getting myself into?’ And I don’t really care.

The waitress is moving around the table when I hear my little siren screech, “Aunty Beth, aunty Beth,” as she evades the reaching hand of her mother and scoots toward the door.

I follow the progress, and do the double take of all time when I see the aim of her dash. It’s my sister-in-law Bethany. What the hell is going on? Is this a movie, or just coincidence?

All eyes turn to the new arrival, greetings called, apologies made by the latecomer. My cherub has been hoisted by Beth and cuddled, a sure sign of long involvement. Yet – yet I don’t know this child, or her mother. Do I?

Beth sits, tot having likewise been replaced, looks around brightly and begins talking to my little girl’s mother. I cannot make out a word, as the whole group is interjecting, and after a few minutes the gab has shifted to another of the women. Beth takes this opportunity to take a drink from the glass in front of her and look around the room.

I’m still watching, unable to take my eyes off this sitcom. She catches sight of me, frowns, is amazed, rises unceremoniously, and advances, arms outstretched.

“Lisa,” she yells, “fancy seeing you here. My god, you’re the last person I expected to see. How are you? And Meredith? And James?”

Meredith is my mother, James my other brother. “I was as surprised as you, I think,” I reply with a grin as I embrace her. Beth is a real sweetie, wonderful mother, and a far greater influence on me than my mother could ever be. She’s married to my eldest brother Phil, and has two kids, aged one and four.

“So, come and join us. This is a real pleasure!”

I have no choice. Bye bye study, and there is a god. Sure, I’m totally dedicated, but I love diddling. I’ve got as few nice clips of little girls masturbating, used as prompts, but I can almost taste this new live tiny twat. I grab my things, grab my chair and slide it across the floor to the other table. There’s a bit of room made at the end nearest, and I finish within inches of my fantasy.

Introductions are made, bio-blog furnished, and all girls together resumes. It turns out that my fantasy girl is the daughter of my sis-in-law’s sis-in-law. In other words, Beth’s brother’s wife. Hence the bond. Her name’s Cecelia, her mother is Lisbeth, also called Beth for confusion’s sake. Cecelia is five, the family have just returned for good from overseas, and Beth (ii) is a dark, vivacious career woman and marvellous entertainer.

There’s plenty for the adults to catch up on, so it is not long before C (“Can I call you Cec?” “Call me ‘C’, everyone does,”) and I are talking, what she likes, what I do, etc., when she says, “Do you like my panties? I chose them myself.”

“Yes, I do. Very nice.” I say this without stuttering or blushing, but that could have been the result. God knows what my pulse rate is.

“What colour are yours?”

“Blue, but plain. Not as pretty as yours.”

“Can I see them?” “Well, not here, but I’d like to.” I roll my eyes around the table. Drop my jeans naturally? Was I really having this conversation?

“You could come home and show me. Mummy won’t mind.”

Now what the hell do I say? For diversion I again look around the table, where the conversation has progressed to airport security, then feel something brushing my leg. A foot. Bare, almost certainly.

“I really like you, Lisa, you’re nice.” Moppet smiles at me, big brown eyes shining, full of five-year-old candour. She then half stands to whisper in her mother’s ear.

Mother, half listening, smiles and after a moment says something back to daughter before looking up at me. “Lisa,” she says, an older version of her daughter, “may I ask you something? Seeing how we’re family, well, kind of?”

Returning the smile I nod, and say, “Sure.” Anticipation is making me wet again.

“We’ve only been back a week, and things are pretty hectic. We’ve leased an apartment at the new waterfront development until we decide where to buy, and apart from our friends we know no one here. John is dashing between New York and here, so, seeing you’re studying and all, if you could help us out? Come and do some babysitting? C likes you, she’s bright and easy to look after, and it would give me some time to do some of the tedious legal stuff needed. Pay you well, all you can eat, and a few hours a week?”

I don’t want to sound too eager, so I pretend to consider the offer, frowning and saying, “There’s a lot of work I have to do before the end of the year, and actually I would like the chance of some quiet. Things are noisy at home, and I’d be closer to college. So, yes, I’d like to do some babysitting for you and C. I’ve done quite a bit of that for some friends of mum. About how many hours, and how often would you want me, do you think?”

“Ah.” She pauses for quite a while, considering. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, we’d dearly love for someone to come in as a nanny, full time, duties such as preparing meals, school runs, shopping and stuff. Own quarters, use of a car, and, well, I’m not sure the going rate these days, but how about 500 a week?”

I can feel my eyes bulging. Although I’m at a complete loss for words, I do manage a strangled “Yes. Thanks.” To hell with the consequences. What consequences, anyway?

“Want to start today?”

“Jesus, you don’t give a person a lot of time, do you?” I say with a grin, recovering my mind quickly. “I’ll need to get some things, tell mum, you know.”

“Yippee!” screams C at the top of her voice. “You can show me your – ” seeing my look of alarm, she adds meekly ” – textbooks.”

*****

It is a fabulous apartment, eighth floor, three big bedrooms, mine with sitting room and en suite, every conceivable artifact, wonderful views over the bay, the docks, the city, but boy it’s untidy. They really have just shifted in, with boxes, crates, assorted unknowns stacked anywhere. The kitchen has been attended to, but I can see a great deal of work in front of me. But for $500 a week, a car and all I can eat, I am willing to bale hay if that is something they want. Not even counting the extracurricular benefits on offer. Mum, when we get there, is her usual sorry self, nonplussed but courteous to Lisbeth and Cecelia, and we all pretty much ignore her for the time we are present. I am very glad to be moving out. Feeling proud, I reckon my hard work and dedication is paying off early.

We go through a form of introduction to nannying, go out to dinner, come back, shift boxes and make beds. C falls asleep, having kissed us both goodnight, and I’m in my bed by 9.30, too exhausted to fantasize.

I wake to a sense of body warmth. Someone sleeping gently next to me. This is a first. A sweet, girly smelling first. I open my eyes and see two bright brown eyes regarding me. A grin to set the angels aflame.

“Can I see them now?”

It takes a moment to follow the question – then, “Don’t wear them to bed. Just a nightie.”

“I’ve got my pink ones on now. Want to see?”

Oh shit. Do I want to see? I do, so much. “I’d like that. Do they have flowers on them?”

Shake of the head in disgust. “No, course not. Hearts.”

The bedclothes are legged down, a young body wearing pink knickers revealed. The effort of pushing down the blankets has ridden my shortie nightie right up under my armpits. Still not Awake, I feel the tell-tale warmth of musky, sticky discharge from between my legs and the thrill of mounting libido.

“You’ve got hair like mummy.” I feel a small hand play with my curls, and I’ve got straight pale hair on my head. The fingers are charged with a million volts, and I gasp.

“Do you like that? You’ve got lovely boobs.”

I like them too. “Yes, I do like that. Very much.” Without asking, I put my fingers at the apex of her legs and gently slide one up and down that prepubescent fold. “Do you like me doing that?”

“Oh, yes, but I like it inside better.” She opened her legs. “Would you do that?”

I do, and feel the dampness, the little girl juice that lines the developing entrance to her womanhood. Her vagina. Her cunt. Words I love to savour in the privacy of my own bedroom, but right now I want more than a feel or a few words. “Can I try something else?” I ask as we continue to play.

“Course you can. Can I suck your boobs?”

“Of course. I love that. But in a minute, OK? Right now I want you put a leg each side of me, then slide up towards my mouth. Have you ever had juicy licks?”

“No! Oh, I love adventures.”

“Well, that’s what you’re having for breakfast today, young miss C. I’m your nanny, so you have to do what I say.”

Giggles, mock compliance, and this question: “Do your boobs have milk in them? I like milk for breakfast.”

“No, not unless I’m going to have a baby. But you can try. OK, over with the legs, and lean back, legs straight out in front.”

Complied with, I slide the panties down, an inch at a time, revealing in tantalising slow motion the proto-pubes, the hairless beauty of erotic childhood, the reality of years of fantasy. Rapturous. My own pubes are itching, dripping and yearning for you-know-what.

The knickers finally off, I say, “Now sit up, my pet, and slide forwards. I put my hands behind her bum and help. “Open your legs wide, close your eyes and get ready.”

Another squeal as she does so. I lift her up a little and slide her forward toward my slavering mouth, watching and marvelling at the pleasures that lay hidden beneath the outer perfection that is drawing near. But, like all anticipated pleasures, my id is active in exposing a dramatic oversight.

“Oh. C, where’s your mum?”

“Gone out, silly. She doesn’t know I’m here.”

Begone dull id! Nought is there to worry of.

I breathe again, smelling the body of my little lover. Ah, yes. Slowly my tongue reaches out and begins to lick. The fantasy fulfilled. The very feel of my tongue in that silky-smooth organ, the taste, the sensuous delight of a girl in my mouth is more than I imagined it would be. Reality at its best – at last. I probe, vibrate and dart. My heart pounding, my body tingling. One touch on my pubes and I’ll cum, sigh and cum again. Delicious creamy juice, sexual promise in a budding flower fills my senses.

A moan from above me. Whisper, “Oh that is so nice. I’m shaking. Oh, do it some more. Yes.” Breathless. “Ah. Yes, Ah! Ah! Ah!” And a long, drawn out sigh. Then the collapse.

I slide her a bit to one side so I can breathe. After a minute I say, “So, you like juicy licks?’

She rolls over, looks at me with wonder, and says, simply and shockingly, “You’re better than mummy. Can I have some more, please?”

My mind goes into spasm. Mother and daughter? How could that be? Surely it must be – what, I don’t know. Wonderful, probably. What a restricted life I have lived. “Sure, but a bit later, hey?”

But my miss is unconcerned, because she begins suckling, the first time anyone has sucked on my breasts, and I get a glimpse into the joys of motherhood. It feels so, well, good. I stroke her hair, smile and tell her she’s wonderful. She is.

After a little she stops and says, “Mummy likes me to suck her like you did me. Want me to do it to you?”

“Oh, yes please, my darling. As much as you like.” Never turn an offer like this down. If mummy is good with it, you can bet I’ll be.

She slides down, pushes my legs apart, and begins sucking my clitoris. She knows exactly where it is, and so, by god, do I. And what it does. But that’s not all she does for mummy. Incredibly I feel two small fingers slide into my cunt and begin pumping. Jeesus, it’s good. Bye bye vibrator, welcome little fingers.

She keeps going, a fit five year old doing favours, fucking me as I have only ever dreamt of. Hot, wet dreams. Hot, wet reality. I feel a burgeoning heat, tachycardia of every sense, and it’s no more than three minutes and I’m cumming. It is so good. The best orgasm I have ever had, the most intense emotions possible. I yell, I cry, I collapse, shaking all over.

A small head comes and nestles into me. “I’m glad you’re my nanny, because we can do this all the time. Did I do it right?”

I shakily pull her up towards me, hold her tight, kiss her neck, run my tongue down her chest, kiss her nose, and sigh. “That was just the best. You are just the best. I like being here.”

“You taste really nice, Lisa, nicer than mummy even. I’m so happy.” She gives me a big slurpy on the mouth, then on a boob, and says, all in one breath, “I’m thirsty, I’m hungry, and I’m sweaty. What’s for breakfast?”

*****

The next three days go by in a blur. C has started school, a nice privately run primary attached to a prestigious college, in fact the college I am attending, so this new happening of mine has a predestined feel. Beth and I both go on her first day, although her mum stays only a minute or two. Business, it appears, is frantic. I see my charge settled safely, and am glad she seems to take all the newness in her stride. I walk across the grounds to the senior campus, knowing my work is well below par, but determined to catch up.

Our extracurricular stuff has been wonderful, and is settling into a workable pattern. Not routine, something different each time – the latest thing being the deft and gleeful use of mum’s push up vibrating egg – I’m still shaking – but manageable given my determination to get the place tidy, neat, clean and homely, spend enough time cooking and shopping, and settling down for some serious study. Beth has left virtually everything to me, C has been wonderful if somewhat demanding, but given her life so far that is not surprising. I can cope, and my bank account is positive for the first time in months.

The fourth day is different.

My cell phone rings about 1.30, as I’m having lunch. Beth saying she’ll pick up C after school and take her shopping for some clothes. Did I want to come, but thanks, no thanks I can use the time with a tutor. I do, working through a history of science project that I thought would be boring, but is chock full of interest.

I get home before six, walking through the park in a winter’s gloom. The lights are on, warmth flowing, but no personnel visible. Dump my things and am getting a drink when I hear giggles. Not close, but I smile. C is up to something, so I go looking. The final place I look is the master bedroom, revealing proof that C had not been making up stories about the things she and her mother get up to.

Two naked female bodies, arms around each other, waiting for me to find them. More giggles.

I am not totally surprised, given my previous revelations, but I do a double take anyway. I still find the idea of paedophilia awkward. Certainly between mother and child. But then, I’m here, aren’t I? I’m an adult, seventeen, having sex with a five year old, so Beth, at twenty-nine, is only twelve years older than me. Beth is not only a beautiful and attractive woman, but she has a body like – well, Venus, I guess – big, firm breasts, unblemished skin, flat tummy and black, shiny pubic hair. And beautiful, in the same engaging way that her daughter is. But.

“Come on, Lisa, come on,” young miss C is patting the bed beside her, bouncing up and down. “We want to make it three. It’s so exciting.”

Well, it is more than that. Considerably. As I hesitate, Beth hushes her daughter.

“What is it, Lisa? Come, sit on the bed.” Beth is serious, quick to pick the vibes.

I don’t sit. I’m in turmoil. Suddenly, what I really want is uppermost. For the first time in years, my emotions overwhelm me and I burst into tears.

C is out of bed in a flash and hugging me round the waist, Beth is also out of bed and reaching for a dressing gown. Clever woman.

She holds my hand, says, “let’s sit in the kitchen,” and steers us gently in that direction.

Cups of tea, silence – even C just sitting on my lap and cuddling me – until I finally look up an smile wanly. “Some performance, eh?” I say.

“Want to tell me about it?” Nice Beth.

I take a deep breath. Finally, I say, “I have a thing about paedophiles. I always supposed they were men, but when I saw you two it hit me that you were too, and that therefore I was also. And I suddenly realised where my fantasies had led me.”

Silence. C clings to me even more tightly.

” Some part of my illusions got swept away, I guess, and it was uncomfortable. But there’s more than that. I have this driving ambition to be a surgeon, which is about the hardest thing I could have chosen. It’s going to take total dedication, and I suddenly saw all this – ” I swept my hand in the air – “messing that up. I want that so much, but – ” another pause, ” – what do you think, Beth? You’ve got more perspective than me, and – I do like it here. So much. And you, C, I like you very, very much.” I look at her and smile, kiss her beautiful brown hair, and pull her close.

“We don’t deserve you, this family I mean.” Beth shakes her head gently. “I come on so hot and strong, forget that you are not a raging sexaholic, that you are a decent, moral young lady who happens to like little girls. I do too, but it was wrong of me to assume you would go further. I apologise.” Another silence. “but as to your ambition, nothing should be allowed to stand in the way of the fulfillment of your dreams. However – and here I’m also being selfish – I am sure that you goal will be reached if you do decide to stay here. And, although I was not going to mention this, John is on the UNICEF steering committee, and has so much influence that really nothing is too hard for him. We can help. I can make sure your study is not interrupted. And I’ve already come to think of you as more than just a nanny, but a part of our lives.” She paused and looked at me intently, then added, “But the decision is yours. No one can make that for you.”

I cry again. This time with relief. I want to stay, want to be part of this family, want to have an older woman to talk to, one who has not been soured by the the death of her husband. I stumble over and embrace her.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I want to stay. I need to stay, and when I consider the alternatives, well, it’s no contest.” I pick up C and give her a cuddle. ‘And as for you, my demanding young charge, we are going to the science museum tomorrow. You are going to learn.”

“Hooray! Can we go to bed now, please?”

We eventually do, but after some kissing and cuddling I am unable to sleep. Five-year-old has no problems in this regard, so I rise, thinking maybe of getting a drink, but find my legs carrying me to the master bedroom. Beth is reading in bed, looks up, smiles, and before I can think I am in bed with her, sliding down until I can place my mouth over her cunt, where I begin sucking, licking, and using my fingers to full effect.

It is not long before she is writhing, moaning and cumming with such uninhibited exuberance that I am tossed around, and have to make efforts to maintain my station. I enjoy this ride immensely.

When things have quietened down, I slide up to lie beside her.

“It wasn’t me that got me here, just my legs. But I’m here now, full of your juice and full of your joy. Perhaps a threesome next time?”

Next morning we do just that, my concubine and I.

Continue on to Part Two